The fox that tracks the woodland bounds
& in the thicket breeds
These are the neighbours were we dwell
& all the guests we see
That share & love the quiet well
Of gipsey liberty
The elements have grown our friends
& leave our huts alone
The thunder bolt that rocks & rends
The cotters house of stone
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Image from my friend Carry Akroyd
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